Page 68 of Hard to Hold
“Yeah, well, I fuckin’ hate you, too.”
“Then let me leave!”
“Hell no. And what? Have you go fuck Lynx Caine? Ain’t happenin’, sweet thang. No way am I lettin’ that bastard get his hands on you.”
“Give me my truck keys!” Reagan yelled.
I stepped inside, quickly scanning the room for a threat. Reagan was standing just a few feet from the door with a suitcase at her feet. Her hands were on her hips as she stared back at Billy, who was lounging in a ratty recliner.
“Get the fuck outta my house!” Billy hollered, shooting to his feet as soon as he noticed Amy and me.
“What’s goin’ on?” I asked, looking at my sister.
“He stole my truck keys. I’m tryin’ to leave.”
“And go where?” Billy taunted. “You ain’t got nowhere to go. I’m the only one dumb enough to put up with your shit.”
Same fight, different day.
I released Amy’s hand and stepped back, motioning toward the door. “Y’all go outside and I’ll get your keys.”
In the past, Reagan would’ve told me to mind my own business. I figured the fighting was as much her fault as Billy’s and she did it to piss the man off. I'd intervened before, only to be kicked out of her house, with her insisting that they would work through it; they always did.
This time, Reagan nodded her head, snatched up her suitcase, and barreled through the screen door with Amy just a couple of steps behind her.
Looked as though my sister really was done with this asshole.
Thank God for small miracles.
I held out my hand. “Pass ’em over.”
“Fuck you.”
I sighed. “Don’t you think it’s time you grew the fuck up?”
“Oh, don’t go gettin’ high on your horse, Sheriff.”
“I’m not here in an official capacity, Billy. That’s my sister you’re stringin’ along. What I don’t get is why she hasn’t left your sorry ass long before now. Just give me the damn keys and you can move on with your life.”
“She ain’t gettin’ the rest of her shit.”
I cocked one eyebrow. If Reagan wanted anything else in the house, I'd make sure she got it, but I wasn’t interested in playing this game with Billy right now.
“Keys, Billy.”
He tossed them over, glaring at me. “I ain’t takin’ her back this time. She just lost the best damn thing she ever had.”
I choked on a laugh. If Billy Watson was the best damn thing in her life, Reagan had nowhere to go but up.
With that, I walked out the front door, gently pulling it shut behind me.
Chapter Thirteen
Amy
“God, I hate him!” Reagan snapped, standing beside her truck while we waited for Rhys to come outside.
When I heard the screen door slap shut, my head snapped over, my eyes flying to the man coming out of the house.
